from @bakerstreet

[windblume]

from here with meteorder




I've gotten a lot better with my drinks, thank you kindly! I think sticking to one type helps keep my pranking fingers at bay. Jeez, I'm actually pretty long overdue for a good pranking... maybe Master Diluc ... maybe Miss Lisa...

Gah! Now you have me thinking of pranks, stop that.

[ He's trying to be good! Although, Zhongli may find it more bothersome to think back on spilled drinks, isn't that just life? A bunch of spilled drinks? They had a good laugh, even if Venti ran for his life in the process of it.

Even now... he thinks of it from time to time. ]

My timing is as it needs to be. I'll arrive promptly at the outskirts of Mondstadt's east gate and give you the best tour. The history, the gossip, and the best company you can expect. Just... let's avoid the church, eh? The sisters have been a bit agitated lately.

[ Funny enough, Venti's already taking down notes in a small leather notebook – all key points of his city and the people he'd introduce Zhongli to. Little stars and hearts around important bullet items line the paper, but... he stops between messages to soak it in. It's funny how the tables have turned...

Morax is not dead. That news brought him such joy, just as Venti's awakening must have done the same to the geo archon. The bard can't help but smile a bit wider. ]

There's just a few rules you have to follow. Ready to hear them?

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[meteorder]

[ Venti was always the one who knew the ballads about romance, Zhongli concerned himself with other things. perhaps he had been beaten at that, and even now needed a chance to catch up. it's never apparent, of course, because Zhongli is someone who holds himself with the utmost confidence, how could the God of Contracts not?

the giggles and wiggles from Venti is welcome. oddly, he feels that this would've been something that annoyed him hundreds of years ago, but now he finds Barbatos' presence somewhat relaxing. long fingers usually adorned in strings of a lyre find the curve of his erection.

of course, Venti's playing with him, like he's tuning a new instrument. ]

I take it you have a rhythm for this tune.

[ a breath heaves in his chest, then comes out through his lips as Venti teases him along the edge. his skin is alight, sensitive and trembling before he wills it back to the solid foundation that he carries himself with. perhaps it was like little cracks in his own veneer, and he'd lived so long smoothing them that he does it automatically. ]

[windblume]

[ For all the tales Venti penned, no one ever wondered where the source was. No friend ever asked Barbatos how he knew of such things. The songs and stories of the past, present, and the future were at his fingertips but... they say, your best songs are written with experience.

Senses of longing are particularly notable – of two characters overcoming time.

Those were less likely to reach Liyue, but Barbatos had pined for Morax in ways he never knew he had until recently. The intensity was far beyond what he'd drunkenly call out – a brutish man, a buffoon... no.

Zhongli had become more than that.

Now with him sprawled in front of him, he hungrily devours him. With a gaze, with that tongue, each eager touch of his fingers to his base... Zhongli can expect that Venti will work harder than he seemingly had in centuries at this rate. The view of a bard performing is nothing new, but this was just for him. The way his lips press deeper when Zhongli makes an allusion to music – that pout curving up into a wicked smirk. ]

If you wish to test me, you can hold to the back of my head and guide me how you'd prefer our tempo. Until then, let me have center stage.

[ Because his mouth drops softly onto him. The tip of Zhongli's cock disappear past those sinful lips, tongue against his underside and that 'rhythm' slow with the indention of his cheeks. Slurping away, feeling his base pulse in his hand... Venti whimpers in a way that Zhongli's never heard – pitifully and desperate. ]